Roses

By Vesper Holly

Wed, 09 Sep 2015

4 comments

Blood is red

bruises are blue

nothing like violence

screams, I love you

roses are dead

violet eyes suit you

nothing like silence

whispers, I love you

Mommy, she screams

Please stop, her daughter whispers

Until she breaks

the glass vase

on Mommy's head

Purple and blue flower on Mommy's face

X's stitches and blood red kisses

Xoxo I love you too

Permalink Submitted by VeraClark on Thu, 2015-09-10 03:07

An absorbing take on the old classic

Permalink Submitted by loquaciousicity on Thu, 2015-09-10 10:12

Is this a 'get well' for someone in the ER?

An interesting take, in anycase!!

Permalink Submitted by Vesper Holly on Wed, 2015-09-16 02:53

It is about abuse, physical violence. I wrote another verse also, but not sure yet if I will add it.

Permalink Submitted by Vesper Holly on Wed, 2015-09-16 03:05

I just added another stanza, I am not sure if I want to keep it in the poem or make it a new piece